Quote: (04-02-2018 11:54 AM)H1N1 Wrote:
When I think of that train, I have a vivid picture of a steam train, puffing smoke, careening through a mountain pass, the hillsides outside lush with vibrant green grass, spring water streams, and herds of buxom young girls cavorting through the buttercups in short skirts and pushup bras.
Inside the densely packed carriages I imagine stained furniture from the earnest but abortive attempts to stay the course between sex stations spaced further apart than most on the train would like. The whole place smells like a teenager's bedroom on a hot summer day - the windows on the train don't open lest temptation creep in, and the aircon is broken because some desperate soul, driven half mad by forces beyond his control, pulled the control panel off the wall as he was caught frottaging up against it and dragged away by grim faced and austerely dressed veterans who have taken it upon themselves to police the journey. Everywhere one looks, one is met by the rapacious, semi-glazed glare of a man in the throws of sexual agony. Heronimaous Bosch is the only artist I can think of who would do justice to the grim hell of the No Fap Train.
A very eloquent & poetic way of saying:
I can't stop jerking off to porn, and I won't even be bothered to try...
...so I'm gonna write my usual ostentatious and pretentious word salad.